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Think on it.I am not very good with numbers. But i find math to be almost romantic.
The reason i try so hard to understand it is that it has a Beauty to it, that so few things in the word have.
I think Math is universal and beautiful.
it is the one thing that is the same in 'EVERY' Language, in ever country, All over the world.
no matter where you are 2+2 will always be 4
i know you think this is silly. but i find it Beautiful.
i find it truly amazing that
два + Zwei = four | Russian, German, and English.
Deux + δυο = 네 | French, Greek , and Korean
Dois + dhá = čtyři | Portuguese, Irish, and Czech
2 + 2 = 4
No matter where you are.
And that is Beautiful.
To me Beauty is Something that everyone sees and understands.
This beauty Is something we share with the world.
My one truth.
That Is one thing is true in my world,
There is always art to be made, A poem to write ~
Often we even see artists sitting up till far past when there is ligh, our practice is one that had once been fueled by candlelight in the dead of night.
Our's are the type to Work until once again there is light in the sky. And those of us who truly wish to do this till we die.
Always feeling the need to have a pen, a brush, or a tablet in hand. Hours spent pouring love and heart into every work of art, to create a true original brand.
As a muse guids are hands, and Inspiration guids are hearts, There is always the want, Need and time to create art.
Mell's Oath"I will Always be Fare, just, and kind.
I will always Cherish my Mask,
For it is part of me, and it is part of my soul
I will Steal Maple Syrup, and share it with my fellow ninja,
I will never judge a person by there looks,
FOR WE ARE AL EQUAL."
True Maple looks at the young girl. She reaches out her hand hesitantly knowing the pain will come.
True Maple smiles seeing her fear kisses the palm of her hand, Making Leader role his eyes. True Maple pulled the small knife from his wrist guard and once again held the out reached hand the girl, who watched wide eyed as a small cut is made. she winces at the pain the cut is deep but not to deep, and it stings as blood poor from it.
Leader nods and True maple smile and places the mask in her bloody hand, staining the white, an back a deep red.Mell puts both her hands under the mask, and says just as she rehearsed: "I hear by Swear to serve as a Maple NINJA~!" True maple takes t
AngelAn Angel is the last person who will know he has wings.
Because if the Angel knew he had wings.
He would be tempted to do wrong,
or use them to get what he wanted.
And he would no longer be an angel.
So when you see an angel,
and you can see his wings,
keep it to yourself.
So he can stay an angel.
Anchor on TopAnchor on top.
One fine day in Bikini- "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" SpongeBob yells so loud it break the 4th wall.
Squidward sighs walking up behind him. "What now spongb-" he stops and looks at the seen in front of him. So many passers by stopped, and started. At the site.
An Anchor had fallen on the Krusty Krab in the middle of the night. And what ever had Dropped it cast a shadow over the aria as well. It was dark, and the anchor was huge.
Why people where stopped to look at the Anchor, Plankton Was looking out the window of the chum bucket. "Yes
my first hetalia song fic... RUN~!Remember those walls I built
Well, baby they're tumbling down
And they didn't even put up a fight
They didn't even make up a sound
No matter how hard Toris Tried ever thing he had done to protect him self from another loveless love like he had shared with Ivan. Seemed to have been in vain.
He tried to Reinforce them but he could no longer fight it.
The man that freed hiim from a demon... he had fallen in love.
I found a way to let you in
But I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now
Toris felt love for Alfred like he had not had in so long.
ever piece of him felt as though he could not stop how he felt.
he Truly Felt as though Alfred was a hero
It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had you breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I ain't never gonna shut you out
Toris had not felt so alive in years.
He even started clunging to Alfred like a small child
ConfusedRight is wrong
And wrong is right
Pain is pleasure
And pleasure is pain
It's an upside down world
In my messed up mind
To liveThought process;
To live vicariously through another
until we see the illusion within illusions
which reality do we set our foundation in
until we decide to move into another realm
its all real in the minds eye
there are no real hidden truths
just complacency within our own tolerances
What dictates drive under such circumstances?
The psychology of multiple selfs
pieces hidden from one another until the right moment
we mourn for ghosts
because beauty can't exist without loss
the clock ticks and we're quick to cast morality into different shades
to predict our mortality
based on experience
based on fact
based on a drive to understand
but moreover- to live
AntecedenceWhen something is amiss, no matter how bad.. judge the cause of the problem, rather than
the consequence of it
It's easier to frown upon the one who is overwhelmed.. reacting.. and heard. It should be
understood why. Like fire, pain and it's consequence.. doesnt start on it's own
Reticent (minor trigger warnings)Do not speak to me of hate until you have carved the word into your own skin. You know nothing of self-loathing until you court a razor's edge to feel alive. And you have not truly felt pain until you wish that you had died.
The broken suffer behind walls as strong and cold as steel. They do so not to entice themselves into feeling protected, but rather, to keep out the bigotry, discrimination, and hateful stigmas hurled at their feet. Shame and solitude are too commonly experienced by those that most need compassion and understanding.
So do not speak to me of loneliness unless you have been cast out for revealing what you truly are. Do not dare to judge the broken and rejected unless you have been shattered by those you once thought cared. Do not leer and make light of the scars etched into my skin. Never do any of these until you truly know where I have been.
I will never say anything. Because you will Never feel or understand the way I do. If I had a penny for every time that I have
saying ... 5?"even the strongest of us have a right to cry. for crying is not weakness. it is not giving up. I is not lowering your guard. tears help us to heal and show us that we are still human no matter what we have been through. it may take a while for tears to flow. it may take years for hurt to show. but if your heart still aches from old wounds or bleeds from a fresh break the dry well of your soul will begin to flood and tears will finally wash away the pain of the past. no matter how recent the injury. we must cry in order to heal. remember that even the strongest of us have our breaking points."
- Megumi Susanowo
More Than Anything ElseWho am I really? Where did all this come from—the 70 sextillion twinkling stars, dark empty space, the radiant sphere of the sun, the mysterious cold white geometry of the moon, our big mudball earth, we 7.3 billion human ants on it, the showers, the soakers, the storms, the rivers rolling to the one big deep green sea? You and me—hey, and that little gnat right there—where are we all going? Why are we born? Why must we die? What should we do while we’re here? Why does life seem so horribly unequal and unfair? Why do some suffer and die while others party and play golf? Why have I been healthy and happy for seventy-one years while innocent, loving children suffer deformity, disfigurement, neglect, molestation, torture, and death? Why are we heartless, cold, and cruel? Why do we taunt and torment the weak? Why do we kill? Why do we hate? Why is there eternal war? How can I help the helpless, the poor, the sick, the dying, the dead? How should I feel in the knowle
What Is Real?---Krishnamurti once asked the question of whether there can be action without thought. In reaction to this---thought inevitably came, producing action in the form of a series of further questions. What follows is a personal investigation into Krishnamurti's statement based on previous consideration regarding the concept that all is mind.
---"Action without thought". Does this mean that thought stops entirely? Or is it that action is not present in thought, meaning that it is no longer diluted by the distraction of self absorbed thought? If action is within thought does this mean that there is minimal awareness rather than total awareness? And if this is the reality (that universe is mind, existence being idea), would it mean that everything in our physical world has awareness? Inanimate objects included? Furthermore, if action with thought propelling it is an indication of an idea under development, does this mean that a still object is more evolved?
---What is the difference between
Writing Fan Fiction For BeginnersWriting Fan Fiction For Beginners
I’m not going to pretend that my way is the only way. What works for some people might not work for others. What I will talk about, however, are things that I wish someone had told me when I first started writing fan fiction.
Write about a fandom you love. I can’t stress this enough. It can be tempting - very tempting - to write for a big fandom because of the potential for more reviews, follows, and favourites. But fan fiction is often the very first time that people show their writing to others. That can be a very scary experience. It is a lot easier to write about something you love, so take some of the pressure off by focusing on a fandom you care about.
Don’t be afraid to post a story. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: every writer was once a novice. Don’t be ashamed if your writing isn’t as good as someone else’s. Instead, focus on your own writing and your own improve
Opinions - the standThe world is full of opinions, so people tend to think there's dose not matter.
they think, i am one grain of sand in the Desert
you have to believe in your voice and opinion!
you may only be one grain of sand, but if you move you could cause ever other grain to move slide or fall as-well
ever thing you do matters what you think of your world, are world, it Counts.
To believe in your self is to believe in other.
What do you believe?
Where is your voice?!
Can your life be tasted?
in your cooking?
Can the love, hate, sadness, and fear be seen?
in your art?!
Can your heart, your mind, or you life be read?
in a story book or on a page?
do you Have an idol, a hero, or some one you just look up to?
When the people fear their government, there is tyranny.
When the government fears its people there is Liberty.
Censorship is telling a man he can't have a steak just because a baby can't chew it.'
Franklin D. Roosevelt:
the Only Thing We Have to Fear Is F
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